I have been thinking a lot about “home” lately. If the hypersensitivity pneumonitis (HP) which I have been diagnosed with does not go into remission, my pulmonologist believes that it would be wise for my husband and I to move from Oregon where everything stays wet and creates a prime habitat for my HP triggers to grow (aspergillus and aureobasidium pullulans.) I was surprised at how sad his medical advice made me. Of course, I don’t want to move away from my sons who currently attend college here. But, I also don’t want to leave my beautiful new home or my beloved church family, either. My husband has worked for a biomedical company for twenty years, and it has been a good fit for him; so, moving would mean starting over with a new company. Only a few years from retirement, this doesn’t really sound like fun. I realized, though, that “home” to me actually represented relationships, security, and easy comfort. My heart is being tested to see if I will trust my good Father God to orchestrate my life with perfect wisdom and then to happily rest in His faithful goodness come what may. I am thankful that God has renewed my heart making it ready to release these lower loves if asked. My eyes are fixed on Jesus and my desire is to steadfastly love Jesus more than all other lower loves, even the ones that are considered worthy ones.
Jesus is the joy of my heart’s desiring; and the more I know Him, the quieter my heart becomes in His sweet love — He is my “heart home.”
“Never be afraid to trust an unknown future to a known God.” – Corrie ten Boom
“You will never know the fullness of Christ until you know the emptiness of everything but Christ.” – Spurgeon